Thots - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Marcus Ryan]

Do a line off her left nip

This dick ain't free, you should make the right investment

She's always up for suggestions

Ass up, face down, man, I suck at directions

One time for her best friend, you know

Only hits me on the gram, oh, that's love

Warm heart, cold blooded, need two coats

Too broke for law school, so I won't judge

Probably in the nightclub

Ticket for this flight club

Asking for our whereabouts

Someone turn the lights on

She wanna pet this python, sing if the mics on

Live dreams while the nights young

Only fuck 'cause her iPod says I'm an icon

"Wait, how do you know Cyrus?"

And I ain't got no qualms, bring it with you for sure

Yeah, you love my songs, but your friend loves them more

"When your projects releasing?"

You can go ask Cy

And hop up in this time machine and have the time of your life

[Chorus: Cyrus]

Only hit her when I'm lonely

She only hit me to fuck

She tell all her friends she know me

They said, "Tell his ass, what's up"

Doesn't that boy get money?

I heard he was papered up

I heard he only fuck with thots

And she's like, "Yup"

To the thots, thots, thots, thots

Ooh, this that song for the thots

Jam for the thots

To the thots, thots, thots, thots

Ooh, this that song for the thots

Jam for the..

It's your song

Said this your song

[Verse 2: Cyrus]

She dumb, but she nice though

I mean, she fuck with the lights on

Left hand on my right arm

She play with my dick like she's looking for the high score

'Bout to buy a couple of drinks, would you like one?

I bet you would, that performance need an Oscar

Know a couple of goons, I'm a hot boy

Marcus need a thot, I need a thot more

I'm lost in the pussy, guess I found one

And I'm looking, looking, looking, cooking up

When you're this high up, you get a lot of top

I've been running bases, say that boy a steal

So the label let me make a song 'bout thots

I think dinner coming, served my severance

Her mind is laced with something condescending

She spread her legs, don't leave that unattended

My career no dive, but my hands never reverend

I ain't praying on ya

But your friends said that my name was brought up

I ain't one to ever dodge no karma

I ain't one to ever lie for nothing, just for my thots, so fuck it

[Chorus: Cyrus]

Only hit her when I'm lonely

She only hit me to fuck

She tell all her friends she know me

They said, "Tell his ass, what's up"

Doesn't that boy get money?

I heard he was papered up

I heard he only fuck with thots

And she's like, "Yup"

To the thots, thots, thots, thots

Ooh, this that song for the thots

Jam for the thots

To the thots, thots, thots, thots

Ooh, this that song for the thots

Jam for the thots

[Outro: Cyrus]

For the thots, for the thots, alright

For the thots, for the thots, for the thots, alright

This song right here

It's for the thots, it's for the thots, alright

It happened in a moment

I don't want to be lonely

She don't want to be lonely

For the thots, for the thots, alright

For the thots, for the thots, for the thots, alright